You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or
you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are
purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all
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This story is about an 18/yo boy struggling with the gifts
that he possesses, and trying to find out where he fits in a modern day
society.

Joshua moved to Goose Creek, South Carolina, just outside of Charleston, due to some serious girl
problems. Now he has met the twins, his next door neighbors, and is feeling
confused about his feelings toward them.

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Gifted: Book One

Soul Mates

First Day of School

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Casey

Yesterday was a blast. I really
like Josh, so does my sister, but I couldn't stop thinking about him last night,
after he left. When I first met him, there was that weird shock thing and I
knew there was something different about him. I can't place my finger on it,
but I connected with him instantly. I had just gone over to introduce myself,
maybe help out for an hour or so, but I ended up staying the whole day.

He is an amazing and
fascinating person. There's something about him that just makes me want to hang
out with him, and I just met him yesterday. He is cool though, and buff for his
age. I mean I work out, but I'm nowhere near his strength. I was struggling
with some of the furniture he was lifting with ease. It seemed like he didn't
even break a sweat the whole day.

I woke up this morning and my
briefs were all sticky. My first thought was "what the fuck?" but then I
remembered the dream I had last night. Suddenly, the dream came back to me all
at once and I began to feel really embarrassed and confused. I had snuck over
to Josh's house, and climbed up the lattice on the outside wall of his garage,
climbing through his bedroom window. He sat up to see who it was and I stalked
my way across the room to his bed. He was saying something about why I was in
his room, when I reached down and kissed him.

This was really strange because
I had never had any thoughts about another guy before, especially not in a
sexual way. I especially never thought of kissing another guy. This was a hard
dream for me to remember, and not because I was repulsed by it, but because I
was getting hard again just thinking about him. I was defiantly feeling a bit
disturbed by it.

The rest of the dream hit me,
me feeling him up, the big hard chest, his ripped abs, and then dropping his
shorts, and the felling of his rock hard shaft in my hand. I had never felt
another guy's prick before, but the thought of it was straining the fabric of
my tightly whiteys. Not to mention the fact that he was so big. I had never
seen one as large.

Next, I sucked his balls and
then his cock. I had never done anything like this before, as a mater of fact
I'm still a virgin, but it was all so vivid. I mean I've made out with a couple
of girls before, just over the clothes stuff, but I couldn't believe I had
dreamt this. I remember the look of shock on his face as I poked my finger up
his ass... Why had I done that? Why was I doing any of this? Finally, I
remembered the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"Oh god!"
An orgasm washed over me again soiling my underwear even more. What the hell? I
wasn't even touching myself! What's going on! Why am I having these feelings
about another guy?

Suddenly, my sis barges into my
room. I barely had enough time to throw the cover over myself. She jumped onto
my bed with a big sigh. She was obviously in a very good mood, she was almost
glowing.

"Cay, you like Josh, don't
you?" she said smiling up at me. She had plopped down beside me, looking in my
eyes.

"Yea, he's cool, why?"

"I think I'm going to ask him
out." She just beamed.

I was having a really strange
feeling about this, why did I suddenly feel jealous? "Um, sure, he seems like a
nice guy."

"You think so too huh? I
haven't been able to take my mind off of him since he left last night." She
suddenly rolled over on top of me like she's done since we were kids. She's
always liked lying on top of me and looking up at me with her chin on my chest.
But today was not the time to do that, as I was still half hard from the
memories of last night.

Her eyes bugged out as I'm sure
she had just felt it and rolled off of me quickly. "I'm sorry I-I shouldn't
have d-done..." She was looking a little distraught at just feeling me pressed
into her stomach. Before I could say it was ok, I noticed her nose wrinkle a
bit. "Oh, Oh I'm very sorry I... I should have knocked... Oh my God! That's why
you looked so... oh my... I'm so sorry!" She was getting pink in the face. I was
speechless. She ran out of my room.

In all the time I've been
jacking off over the past several years, she has never caught me before. I've
always been very careful. This morning, however wasn't exactly planned. I'm
sure that had been a big shock to her. I could feel she was devastated, and she
was thinking that she was interrupting. I needed to fix this, so I got out of
bed and washed up quick. I fixed my hair, put on some cologne, and my best prep
clothes in about 10 min flat.

I went to her room, and
knocked... No answer. I knocked again, still nothing. So I opened the door
slowly, and saw her on her bed face down. I went to her, lay down next to her
and put my arms around her. "Car, I'm sorry, about that. There is nothing for
you to be embarrassed about. I should have locked the door first. It is
entirely my fault. Can we just forget about this? Ok?"

"I'm sorry, I just had such a
wonderful day yesterday, and last night I couldn't think of anything but Josh.
I just needed to tell someone how I feel." We always talk about our
relationships with each other. "He feels like joy in a bottle. And..and, I can't explain it." I
knew exactly how she felt, but why? I'm so confused. "I even dreamt about him
last night! I've never dreamt about someone I've liked before." What! She's
dreaming about him too. This might be a more difficult friendship after all.
Why is this happening to me?

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Joshua

I woke up Monday morning to the
alarm buzzing in my ear. Damn I'm a mess! I hadn't changed my boxers last
night. I got up peeled them off and took a shower. I can't get that dream out
of my head from last night. I've had wet dreams before, but I've never dreamt
about anyone I have known. I finished up, dried my hair, put on some cologne,
and got dressed in kakis, a black polo, and a nice pair of white K-Swiss
sneakers.

I went down stairs for
breakfast. Adria and Kim were already there and eating eggs and bacon with
toast and OJ. Kim looked upset still. I opened up, Kim I'm sorry, I never setout to hurt anyone in this family. She
looked at me, and tears started to flow down her cheeks and she jumped up and
wrapped her arms around me.

Suddenly, it was all clear to me.
I had always been Kim's favorite family member, which is part of the reason I
didn't understand her resent bratty-ness. This had nothing to do with us
moving. She was upset because she thought I wouldn't want to spend as much time
with her now that I was practically a house away. I'll always have time for my little sister! And I'll always be your big
brother.

I'm sorry Joshy. She was the only one I
let call me that.

It's ok now... "It's Ok!" I said aloud. "Now let's eat, we got to catch
the bus in an hour and half." She just smiled at me with tear stricken eyes.

We were back, a family once
again. Breakfast was wonderful. Mom commented on how nice I looked.

"Hey, Mom, where is the bus
stop?", trying desperately to change the subject.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you go
next-door and ask your new friends?"

So, I drank down the last of my
juice. And said I'd be right back. "Say hi to your new girlfriend for me." yelled Adria in
singsong. Man she's always liked pushing my buttons. I ran out the back door,
hopped the fence, and knocked on their backdoor.

"Josh, what's up dude?" Casey
said as he answered the door, a little red faced. Carrie must have been
embarrassing him too. He was looking sharp today! Why was I noticing?

"I was just wondering where the
bus stop is for school?"

"It's just down the street. If
you want we're about to head over there ourselves."

"Cool. Is that the same spot
for all the busses?"

"Yea it is. You want your
sisters to tag along?"

"Yea, that would be cool. They
like it when big brother is around to protect them." I chuckled.

"Yea what about Kim, she seemed
kinda upset with you yesterday."

"No problem, she was afraid I
wasn't going to spend any time with her anymore, with the new room and all."

"Ahh! That makes sense now. She's a big brother's
girl"

"Yep, through and through!" we
both laughed.

"Josh! Hey how's it going?"
Carrie popped up, behind her brother.

Smiling, "Hi Carrie! Going
wonderfully! Did you sleep well?" she suddenly started to get red in the
cheeks.

"Yea, very
well.You wanta walk with us
to the bus stop?"

"Me
and Casey were just discussing that." I said smiling.

"Cool! See ya
in a few then!"

I went back, kissed mom, got
the girls, and headed out the front door to wait in the front yard. We didn't
wait at all. By the time we had closed the front door Casey was coming out of
his house.

We walked the few blocks to
where the bus stop was. The conversation was great. My sisters were being
charming. I think Adria might have a crush on Casey, the way she's always
looking at him. I wish I could open my mind around the twins so I could hear
what she's thinking, because I bet she was broadcasting with the eyeball he was
getting from her. I think she saw me catching her in the act a few times,
because she stopped talking as much and was turning a slight shade of pink.

There are about ten other kids
at the bus stop, but none of them are our age there all my sister's ages. Which
I think was fine with Adria, because it gave her a chance to get her mind off
of Casey. I thought with this amount of people I could chance `opening up'.
They all seemed exited to have new kids in the neighborhood. I wasn't getting
the `static' from yesterday around the twins so I was thinking it will be safe.

Kim's bus came before ours.
After most of the kids left I started to get snippets from the twins. They
seemed to be in their own separate little worlds.

Carrie was embarrassed and
nervous, and I got ...my boyfriend..., ...how
do I..., and ...so hot... could she
be thinking of someone she's dating?

Casey was distracted and
confused ...Idon't understand..., ...why am I..., and ...got get this... he must be going through something right now, but
I'm not sure what. As concerned as I may be I would never pry into someone's
mind without permission. Besides I don't know what the static thing is I'm
getting from these two when I get close to them.

"What's up guys, you got quiet
all the sudden?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a lot
on my mind that's all." Casey said.

"Yea, Nothing
really." Carrie feebly answered.

"OK, but look. I know we just
met and all, but if either of you need to talk to someone about anything. I'm
well known as a good listener, and I usually have pretty good advice." I said
in my best Dr. Phil.

"Thanks!" in stereo again. They
laughed at my obvious joke. I don't think I'll ever get used to the twin
simulcast thing. I had to chuckle though.

The bus ride was uneventful.
Adria had already found a couple of girls to hang out with in the front of the
bus. She had always been better at making friends then me. I did meet one of
the twin's friends, Bryan Carson. He seemed cool he sat next to me, and the
twins sat together. I kinda closed down, with all of the minds shouting in
cramped space. Everyone seemed way too happy for so early in the morning.

The first day school started
out ok, but dissolved after third period. I was in only two classes with the
twins, third period AP Calculus and JROTC.

I noticed the grouping twins
were telling me about. All over the school were little packs of students. I was
hanging with Casey and Carrie in the morning and was introduced to the Joes.
They were the JROTC brats. Seeing as how I was in "rot-see", as they called it,
I was glad to meet them. ROTC was my only non-AP class I was taking.

The major difference between
this school's and my old school's ROTC was the new one was Army and I had been
Air Force in my old school. I met the XO of our company, a guy by the name of
Myles, and met several of my classmates. They were cool.

First period was AP chemistry.
Mr. Newton (yea I laughed the first time too) was the teacher. He was the kind
of teacher I liked, very passionate about his subject. The more passionate a
teacher is about their subject the more insight they give me. He was a bit
worried about me though because they were having a big test that day and he
didn't want me to get too far behind. I asked what the test would be on, and
lucky me they were at the same place I was in at my old school. So I told him
it was no problem. He was glad because he wanted to see where I was anyway. He
said if I didn't do well he would let me retake it.

I was the first one finished,
and he started grading it as soon as I turned it in. I had about twenty minutes
left in class so I pulled out my new book and started memorizing it. Five
minutes before the end of class he asked to see me and we stepped outside.

"Wow! You scored a perfect
test! Is this your favorite subject or something?"

"No sir, that's my usual test
performance though. If I hadn't gotten a perfect score I would have been
worried." I smirked.

"This is how you perform in all
your classes?"

"Yea, as long it is theory in
nature. Practical application I normally get high B's and A's though."

"Well it will be a pleasure to
have you in my class. But if I may ask why you aren't in collage already?"

"Dad thought it would be best
if I had a normal childhood. Besides, I like the interaction with my peers.
Everybody would be much older than me in college if I had left when I could
have."

My next class was JROTC. It was
fun. We had two First Sergeants and a full bird Colonel as instructors. I had a
blast, I got my uniform and found out Wednesday is our dress day, and I'm going
to have get my hair cut. I'm not happy about that, at my old school as long as
it fit under your hat they weren't that strict and my hair is not that long,
just to my chin, but these guys were all business. I would have to get it cut
at lest another three in. up. Oh well, I like the class anyway.

Third period it self was ok, but crumbled just after class. Once again, I impressed
my teacher and my new friends by acing a pop quiz. Ms. Gregor
was a very good teacher as well. I can see why this school out shines the
others in the state, the teaching staff seem to have a passion for teaching.

After AP Cal, we went to our
lockers to change books for the next classes. Me and
Casey had lockers near each other. Carrie's was down another hall. It was cool.
I got a little while longer to hang out with Casey anyway. Casey got the last
of his books into his bag, closed his locker, and said goodbye.

As he turned to go off, someone
was walking past Casey. His leg got caught up in the other guys. It took
everything Casey had not to fall flat on his face. The guy he bumped into
however was not so graceful. He landed face first on the hard floor.

I suddenly got two very
contrasting emotions. Casey was scared out of his wits. Omygod! Omygod! Shit! Shit! Shit!

And the other was one of sheer
venomous anger. WHAT THE FUCK! WHO THE
FUCK JUST TRIPED ME?

Everywhere else I got humor and
laughter.

"Aw Shit Mark, I...I'm so sorry,
I sh...should have been watching were I was go...going."

The big guy on the ground was
surprisingly fast. He was on his feet and had Casey up against the lockers so
fast. I thought he might have knocked him out, his head hit so hard on the
locker behind him.

"Yea!!
Well Not as sorry as your gonna be!!"

Casey was groaning from the
slam. Mark was holding him up with one hand around his neck. I saw his arm
reach back, as he was winding up his blow, I reacted. I move beside him and
throw my hand up to deflect the blow away from Casey, but instead I caught his
fist, stopping his arm in mid-swing.

What the Fuck! Is he serious! I'll beat him to a pulp! His anger
was peaking. He couldn't believe someone was standing up to him. I tried to
send calming emotions to him.

"OK, stop this! It was an
accident and he apologized. Calm down and let's talk about it." I tried to ease
the situation.

That wasn't working. This guy,
Mark, was still way too pissed. "What the fuck is your problem limp dick! This
has nothing to do with you!" as he released Casey he just crumpled to the
ground. I really wanted to bend over and see if he was alright, but the
Neanderthal was now looking at me with fire in his eyes, So the new kid thinks he's tough! He had backed up a step and was now
squaring up with me.

"Look, I don't want to fight
you, but I will not let you hurt my friend. So, just calm
down!"

"Aww
he doesn't `want' to fight me...'sob'...boo hoo," in his
best baby imitation, "you should have thought of that before you stuck your
nose where it doesn't belong!"

He threw a punch at me, I
easily parried it. Then another one, and another, and another, I blocked each
one with ease. After the fifth attempt he was starting to piss me off. I needed
to defuse the situation.

He threw his sixth punch with
his right hand. I stepped left and parried with my right, so his right shoulder
was exposed to me. Then, I rotated my hand so that my palm was facing his arm,
and grabbed him by the wrist. I started to pull him forward, using his own
momentum against him, pulling his upper body forward, and bending him in half.
With my left hand I began applying pressure to his right arm just below the
shoulder. Pulling with my right hand and pushing down with my left, bent his
arm up into the air while his body and shoulder were going downward at a
forty-five degree angle in the wrong direction. He cried out from the pain this
was causing.

"Alright now, calm down and
I'll release..."I didn't get to finish...

He started moving quickly. He
began to drop straight down to the ground, pulling his arm from my grip. He
then spun in mid fall so that his back was facing the ground instead of his
chest. He used the momentum of the twist to throw a punch at my unprotected
family jewels. Luckily he couldn't aim well while falling to the ground, but
the desired effect of him breaking the lock worked. As well his blow hit me
right between the legs, but thankfully just behind the sack. Either way I was
thrown back by the force of the blow, and stunned for a second.

He took the time to get to his
feet quickly and was throwing a punch at my gut before I could react. The blow
connected and, although it winded me I second, it didn't really hurt at all. He
continued his assault by throwing a punch at my head. (Why was he only using
his left arm now? Did I hurt him that much?) I felt him hit me in the nose and
it knock by head back, but once again it didn't hurt that much. I must be lucky
he didn't break it. He did however daze me briefly from my head snapping back.
And then I saw his head coming straight at me. He head butted me just above my
left eye. Once again, he just about knocked me off my feet, but the blow didn't
hurt like I knew it should be.

I had had enough! I was getting
pissed at this. So I decided to try and end this quick. He stumbled back a bit
from his head hitting mine and I took the opportunity. To land a blow in his
gut, just on the right side. The sound of air escaping his mouth told me the
fight was over. He crumpled to the ground, huddled over, one hand grasping my
shirt, the other clutching his chest as he tried to find air.

Suddenly, a teacher rushed
through the huddled crowd. "What's going on here?!"As he rushed up to us, "Oh my god! What did you do to this
poor boy? The teacher asked me, a concerned look on his face. The sound of mark
gasping for air was very loud.

Before I could answer, several
other men came on to the scene. "What happened here?" I later found out Coach
Barry said.

"A fight, and a little one
sided I'd say. Take this boy to the office." The first teacher said pointing at
me.

"What? Hey, wait a minute. I
was just..."

Save it for Principal Darwell,
young man. Your first day and we can already see your going to be a
troublemaker." I try to protest but he just dragged me away. I noticed Casey is
out like a light as I passed him.

"Oh my God!
Casey!" was all I heard as Carrie was running to her brother on the ground.

So there I am in this little
room. It reminded me of the interrogation rooms you see on television cop
shows. After about 20 minutes an older man walked in and sat down. And although
I have never met him personally, I knew this was principal Darwell.

"Well Mr. Kingston, it would
seem trouble likes you. So would you like to tell me why you would pick a fight
with Mark?"

"Pick a fight with him? He
started this, not me! My friend, Casey Toma, accidentally tripped him as he was
walking by Casey's locker. Casey apologized and the guy threw him against the
locker and started to swing on him. I stopped him and asked him to calm down.
He proceeded to throw punch after punch at me, and I defended myself."

"So let me get this
straight.His shoulder is popped out of
joint, he has several cracked or broken ribs, and he is going to need stitches
for that cut on his head. You, on the other hand, don't have a mark on you, and
you were defending your self. Sounds like you were playing with him."

"I...I broke his ribs??"

"Yes, that's what happens when
you kick and punch someone several times in the ribs. They break! Not to
mention that you dislocated his right shoulder!"

"I only put him in the arm bar
to stop him from throwing punches, and stop the fight. And I only hit him once"

"Your
telling me you only hit him once! That's your story? Then how come he is
bleeding from the head and has broken ribs?"

"That must have been from when
he head butted me! Besides, ask anyone who was there! I gave him ample time to
stop the fight and calm down."

This kid is messing with the wrong person. If he thinks this innocent
act will work on me. "The only ones who would
talk, said that you and your friend started this. That you were laughing at him
when he fell and provoked him in to fighting you."

"WHAT?" The lights flickered a
moment. I was getting angrier by the second. Dad! I think I need your help at school.

What's wrong son?

I got in a fight today, trying to save Casey from the beating of a lifetime.
I tried several times to stop the kid, and get him to calm down, but this guy
was over the top. The principal doesn't believe me. I'm actually surprised he
hasn't called you yet.

Ok I'm on my way.

After staring at this guy for
the time it took to send a message to dad, "Well what do you have to say for
your self?"

"I want my father here before I
say something I might regret!"

"Ok son, that's fine, but I
don't think your daddy is going to like what you've done."

A knock came at the door, and
it opened. The school nurse came in. "After looking at that boy I thought I
should see how bad the other one is."

"Good idea! Make sure me does
not have any bruises." He said smirking.

"Yea, because he hit me twice
in the head and I would hate for the swelling to get too bad." I said.

They both looked at me like I
was crazy. Darwell left shaking his head. I
can't believe that kid can lie to my face like that. That hurt. These guys
thought I was full of shit.

"You say he hit you twice in
the face?" said the nurse, looking closely at my face.

"Well yea. He punched me in the
nose, and then head butted me. They weren't very hard, but there should be some
bruising."

"Yes there should, but there
isn't much more than a few abrasions on your nose. It's a lot less than you're
punching bag got." He said with a smirk.

"But, I only hit him once!" I
was getting very frustrated!

"Impossible, there is no way a
single punch could bruise an area a foot in diameter, unless, your fist is the
size of a hubcap!"